[He's grateful for Kido's perceptiveness. If she thought it would be a quick, casual conversation and stepped into the hall instead, he wouldn't've known what to do. He steps inside and waits for the door to close, no little amount of uneasiness and nervousness on his face as he stands with his hands kept out of his pockets, fingers touching the fabric of his clothes and unable to stay still.]
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.... I talked to Ayano.